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Monday, March 7, 2016

Cover Reveal – Six by Ker Dukey

I grew up in the foster system and bounced around from place
to place…I know what you’re thinking.
Bad things happened to me and fucked me up?
Don’t feel bad for me. I didn’t know a privileged life therefore I didn’t miss
one.
I was what I was and I made it work. I actually had a few good homes in my
lifetime, met some good people but that’s not what my stories about.
It’s not a Romeo and Juliet saga either, even if our stories do revolve around
similar bases.
I knew a real love, a rare love… a love between two people that were never
supposed to fall in love.
Rival gang members are never allowed to fall in love and it cost us everything.
The things I learned growing up the way I did is this:
Love is deadly and often not real.
People come and go and only the rare few stick around when shit gets tough.
I learned the hard way what lurks behind false smiles and that deceitful truths
get whispered in sexual moans.
I was taught that dark souls are not born but they are created and you can
avoid them, hide from them or learn and become them.
Revenge sculpt and molded me into the darkest of souls and with my wrath comes
agony and torment more severe then hell itself.
I took out six of the men who hurt my woman and I will be coming for the rest.

Get in my way and I’ll come for you too.

Book 2Releases July 2016

A Letter from the
Author

To My Wonderful Readers,

As some of you might know (if you follow me on social media) I’m currently
‘very’ pregnant. My daughter is due in less than three weeks and although we
are extremely pleased to have our precious gift join us, it has been very
tiring and will continue to be so. I’m telling you this to ask that you have
patience when it comes to Six’s
release. I’m hoping to stay on a steady writing course but we all know babies
can be unpredictable. As can recovery after surgery, and that’s how our
daughter must enter this world.

I have given Six a July release date
to relieve any pressure on my part. I may finish and release it sooner, but
would rather give a later date to begin with than an earlier one and have to
push it back. Six is shaping up to be
a wonderful, fascinating and extremely yummy character and I know any wait will
be worth it.

Thank you for your understanding and support, you all mean the world to me and
I can’t wait to bring you Six’s story.

I hope you like the cover as much as I do, Amy Queau is very talented, and has done
an amazing job capturing everything I envisioned for this cover.

I would just like to mention a huge thank you to you amazing bloggers. Thank
you so much for all your selfless work in sharing this cover and any of my
work. As soon as I have dates for arcs an email will be sent out to inform you.

All the best,
Ker

“SIX?”

I awake with a jolt, my hand reaching effortlessly for the blade kept under my pillow. With the other hand I grab the intruder around the neck and bring them down on to the bed. In a quick flurry of movements I’m straddling the invader with the blade to their throat. The room comes into focus and I become fully aware that I'm not stuck in the dream world any longer but reality, when I recognize the wild, scared eyes of Misty Cooper, my new bar manager staring up at me. Her soft, small frame pinned beneath my own.

Just above the sound of her heavy, restricted breathing is that persistent beeping that was in my dream.

“I didn’t know you were here.” She whispers barely audible.

I remove the knife from her throat and stand abruptly from the bed.

Sitting up her eyes widen and then dart to her lap. I hate the paleness of her cheeks and the glisten in her eyes, knowing I caused her fear.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly push past my lips. “I was working late last night, on a client’s tattoo so I crashed here.”

“You don’t need to explain.” She tells me shaking her head. She won’t look at me and it makes me fucking angry with myself.

“Misty, look at me?”

...“Ermm, you’re naked.”

Her cheeks flush a beautiful crimson as her eyes dart up to my junk and then quickly back down to her lap, her teeth popping out to worry her bottom lip.

She’s twenty-five years old surely this isn’t the first naked man she’s been around?

“It’s just a dick Misty, I’m sure you’ve seen one before.” I grab the pair of jeans from the chair I slung them over the night before and slip them up my legs.

“Not that big” I hear her mumble under her breath. Folding my arms over my chest. I quirk a brow at her. “What was that?”

I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active... I would want to change the script. I would watch films and think of ways they could of improved the story if they took another direction so I thought it best that I tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I'm not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I'm a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

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